Immortal Hero: I Have a Coffin

"The world is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs. Sacrifice my tens of thousands of people, and live in the past to suppress them. The resentment will not dissipate, and the world will not change."

Ye Jiuqiu was in a trance, and there was a vicissitudes of life and sorrowful voice lingering in his ears, repeating it endlessly, making people feel heavy.

The voice was close at hand, dull and loud, as if it was formed by the overlapping of countless voices, unwilling, angry and paranoid, as if to suppress this world with a cavity of resentment and hatred.

who is talking?

Ye Jiuqiu was confused, and it seemed that a dark blood-red sky appeared in front of his eyes, and the sun and the moon could not be seen.He saw a dense crowd of monks floating in the air, all of them looked sad, raised their hands, and all cried out in mourning.He looked down and saw the endless plain, which was filled with countless corpses, and the green grass had been stained red with blood, and the dazzling red stretched all the way to the sky, which was shocking and extremely tragic.

A strong wind whizzed across the plain, and the voices of all the monks gathered together to form a huge sound wave, like a bell, like thunder, like a wave, rolling across the plain over the plain, straight into the sky, causing the wind to surge.

The sky gradually darkened, and the blood color became more intense.The sea of ​​blood on the earth is also drying up, turning into a heavy black.

The sky and the earth are of one color.

When the sky was completely dark and there was no more sunlight, and when the soil of the earth was like ink, the tens of thousands of monks exploded together, like bright and dazzling light clusters, lighting up the space for an instant, and then Go off.

Tens of thousands of corpses plummeted from the sky onto the plains below.

These corpses, together with the corpses that were originally placed here, slowly sank into the ground. After a while, there was no corpse on the entire plain, only the flat, unobstructed black land remained.

"The heavens and the earth bred monsters, ruining the foundation of my hidden spirit sect for thousands of generations, and thousands of lives, how unfair!"

"The heavens are ruthless, causing my Tibetan Lingzong to bleed and drift, and my life is burnt. Now we don't want to die, we just want to suppress this world! Our grievances will not dissipate, and this world will not change!"

The oath of grief and indignation resounded in the dark space, resounding day and night throughout the world.

"That... what?" Ye Jiuqiu blinked blankly, only to find that everything in front of him had returned to the original place. There was black soft soil under him, and the silver light around him had disappeared.

He remembered, just now Lei Hai was about to deal a devastating blow to Rotten Dead Wood, and Ye Jiuyou...

"Jiuyou!" He completely forgot the hallucinations he had seen before, and subconsciously looked in the direction where Ye Jiuyou was just now - there was no one in the sky!

He stood up in a panic, looked around, and saw a man who had fallen into the mud not far away, with long black hair covering his body, wrapping him tightly.

"Jiuyou!" His heart tightened suddenly, and he got up and ran over there.

With this movement, he pulled the wounds all over his body, and the severe pain hit him instantly, causing his eyes to go dark from the pain, and he fell to the ground.The wound in his lungs was also affected, he opened his mouth, and spit out another mouthful of black blood.

My head was dizzy, my vision became blurred, and my ears seemed to be unable to hear the sounds around me clearly.

This time he was hurt badly.Ye Jiuqiu took out a few healing pills and swallowed them whole. These pills were just ordinary healing pills. As for the more precious ones, for example, he only had two before, and one was given to Han Su. The remaining one was eaten by him at the very beginning, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold it for such a long time.

But even after taking the elixir, he was still injured like this.

The ordinary pills now have little effect on his injuries, but at least they can keep him awake for a while.

He thought, he was just resisting those thunderbolts, but what Jiuyou blocked was that devastating blow, so what now?

Thinking of this, he became panicked and anxious. Even if he stumbled and crawled, he ran to Ye Jiuyou's side with his tattered body.

He knelt down beside Ye Jiuyou, brushing the hair from Ye Jiuyou's face with trembling hands.

Brushing her hair behind Ye Jiuyou's ears, she revealed a pale face.

Ye Jiuyou closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes covered her eyelids docilely, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was no more vivid curve when she disliked him and laughed at him in the past.

Ye Jiuqiu has never seen Ye Jiuyou so quiet and obedient, delicate and beautiful like a lifeless doll, so fragile that it seems that he will not resist if he manipulates it at will.

But he would rather have those deep eyes open, no matter if it is indifference or sarcasm, as long as he can look at him.He would rather that those bloodless lips could be opened, no matter how harsh words hit him, he would still listen.

Even if... he would say something to reject him, he would be sincerely happy.

But no matter how much he shouted, Ye Jiuyou wouldn't open his eyes and open his mouth. He lay on the ground coldly, without breathing, and his chest wouldn't heave, really like a corpse.

Ye Jiuqiu hugged him tremblingly, as if hugging a huge block of ice.He looked at the front with a half cry and a smile, and murmured in a daze: "What should I do with Jiuyou? I can't even tell whether you are dead or alive." The corners of his lips twitched nervously, "No, our contract still exists. Now, you will be fine, right? Jiuyou!"

He didn't think about it, the contract was only because Ye Jiuyou's body was not destroyed, but there was no guarantee that Ye Jiuyou would wake up again, or that it was Ye Jiuyou who woke up.

He seemed to have remembered something, hugged Ye Jiuyou, and ran towards the black coffin that Ye Jiuyou had put down earlier.

It doesn't matter whether the black coffin can get in or not, but isn't the coffin of the third generation very magical?Even if you get close to it, it will probably help Jiuyou, right?

He carried Ye Jiuyou to the coffin of the third generation, with blood all over his back.

He had been unable to open Ye Jiuyou's black coffin, but when he came to the black coffin, he still tried to open the coffin lid once.

Didn't Jiuyou say that he is me?That being the case, why can't I open the coffin that he can open?Ye Jiuqiu gritted his teeth, and slapped the coffin lid with his palm. With a "boom", the coffin lid opened straight away, revealing the dark inner space.

On!

Ye Jiuqiu finally had some joy in his eyes.He quickly put Ye Jiuyou into it.

For Ye Jiuyou, pills and spirits are useless, and the only thing that can allow him to recuperate and heal is the coffin of the third generation.To be able to enter the coffin smoothly, there is a glimmer of hope!

"Jiuyou, you said it yourself, you won't die." Ye Jiuqiu lowered his head, looked at the handsome and pale face of the man in the coffin, and said in a low voice, "This time, I still believe you."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the coffin lid back to its original position with one palm, blocking his view.

When the silver light struck, Ye Jiuyou left a sentence. Although he didn't hear it, he saw it clearly from beginning to end.

Ye Jiuyou said, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Although it was strange for a corpse puppet to say that I would not die, Ye Jiuqiu believed it.

He tried his best to carry the black coffin, took out the Golden Thunder Bamboo Sword in his hand, used it as a crutch, and staggered back.

——He wants to go back to the feet of the dead wood in the rotten sky.

At this time, the silver thunder sea in the sky had disappeared, and there was no thunder falling in the surrounding area.And where the rotten dead wood was, the huge tree trunk had also disappeared.

Rotten Sky Deadwood failed to fight this day and was completely suppressed.But the thunder suppressed the rotten dead wood, so they dispersed.

The surroundings returned to silence, the sky was gray, the earth was like ink, lifeless and lifeless.Perhaps this is what this space has been like for a long time.It's just that it was broken by the rotten sky and dead wood today.

Ye Jiuqiu moved slowly like a tortoise. He was covered in wounds, and his blood seemed to be drained. If there was a strong wind, he might be blown down immediately.

But there is no wind here, it is silent and cold.He walked step by step, very slowly, stumbling, but he stepped on every step firmly, and he never fell down once along the way.

He finally walked to the place where the rotten sky and dead wood were originally located.

The dead wood turned into ashes and disappeared into the world, leaving only a huge charred circular mark on the black plain.Carrying the black coffin on his back, Ye Jiuqiu walked along the mark inch by inch, looking for it inch by inch.

He is looking for the fruit of the dead wood of the rotten sky.

Although there is a great possibility that the fruit was destroyed in the thunder together with the dead wood of the rotten sky, and it was wiped out in ashes, but it is also possible that it survived and was left here.

Ye Jiuqiu wanted to gamble on the latter possibility.

He thought of the unwilling struggle and fierce resistance of the Rotten Dead Tree from the beginning to the end, as well as the tragic scene he had seen in a trance.He felt that although the rotten sky and dead wood could not fight against the sky, they would not be defeated completely, and there would always be something left behind.And if this world is really suppressed, then the so-called Heaven's Punishment will probably be weakened a bit.

Even if it might be a waste of effort, he still wants to gamble and search again.

If he finds the fruit, although he can't directly help Jiuyou, he can eat it and then advance in cultivation.His cultivation affects Jiuyou's. If he can form alchemy, Nascent Soul, or even Mahayana, then there will be a little more possibility for Jiuyou to wake up?

If he can't find it, then he will find a place to recuperate, and then practice in seclusion.

He will always wake Jiuyou up!With firm eyes, Ye Jiuqiu followed the scorched black marks and searched for the past bit by bit.

When he was about to reach the center of the imprint, he finally felt a wave of sacred aura.This fluctuation is extremely weak, so weak that people almost doubt whether it is their own illusion.

But Ye Jiuqiu didn't hesitate, he immediately determined the location of the wave, and walked over with the golden thunder and bamboo sword.

The fluctuations come from below the soil, which should be deep underground.

Ye Jiuqiu looked down at his subconsciously trembling fingertips, knowing that his body had reached its limit.He put down the coffin, sat down cross-legged immediately, and took a few pills to restore his spiritual power.After recovering a little bit of spiritual power, he carried the coffin on his back again, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and fled deep into the earth.

The small magic that Senior Brother He taught him can't travel thousands of miles in the soil, but it's perfect for hiding.Now it is used here, and it can be regarded as a flexible response.

He escaped into the ground, chasing after that trace of sacred aura.After a while, he waved the long sword in his hand, and the stratum where he was located was instantly emptied into a hole.And in his left hand, he already held a milky white fruit, but it was only the size of a fingernail, and the light was extremely weak.

As he expected, the Rotten Sky Deadwood did not completely fail and disappear, its resistance and struggle were not in vain, and in the end there remained a trace of its existence.

Most of this fruit was destroyed by the thunder, only a little bit remained.Although Ye Jiuqiu felt regretful, he was still happy.

He immediately sat cross-legged in this enclosed space, swallowed the fruit, and closed his eyes to practice.

In the dark space, white light flashed all over his body. Wherever the white light passed, the scorched skin and flesh on the wound fell off bit by bit, and new flesh grew. His pale face gradually improved, and his lips became bloody again.

He just sat there, his chest rose and fell shallowly, and he entered a deep meditation.